Antarctica Inside Me
She's a ballerina.
She dances circles around me.
She tells me what I want to hear.
But I'm just never satisfied.
I live with a ballerina.
I live with a ballerina.
Those constant moves.
She never stops, she never stops.
It's making me nervous.
Taunting me on tippy toes.
When will my transformation come?
Those constant moves.
She never stops.
I sit under rain gathering the courage to do what my mind tells me?
But I'll just lay around.
I've become a joke, a disrespectful being that's been handed all he's ever wanted.
But can't find satisfaction.
What more could anyone ask for but a smiling blur, a perfect human being.
Those constant moves.
She never stops she never.
I sit under rain gathering the courage to do what my mind tells me?
But I'll just lay around.
I've become a joke, a disrespectful being.
She's a ballerina.
She dances circles around me.
She tells me what I want to hear.
But I'm just never satisfied.
Making her way through my body.
She's a ballerina.
Dancing around my head.
She tells me what I want to hear.
But nothing ever satisfies.
Making her way through my body making every organ touched more beautiful than the last.
She dances circles around me.
She tells me what I want to hear.
But I'm just never satisfied.
I live with a ballerina.
I live with a ballerina.
Those constant moves.
She never stops, she never stops.
It's making me nervous.
Taunting me on tippy toes.
When will my transformation come?
Those constant moves.
She never stops.
I sit under rain gathering the courage to do what my mind tells me?
But I'll just lay around.
I've become a joke, a disrespectful being that's been handed all he's ever wanted.
But can't find satisfaction.
What more could anyone ask for but a smiling blur, a perfect human being.
Those constant moves.
She never stops she never.
I sit under rain gathering the courage to do what my mind tells me?
But I'll just lay around.
I've become a joke, a disrespectful being.
She's a ballerina.
She dances circles around me.
She tells me what I want to hear.
But I'm just never satisfied.
Making her way through my body.
She's a ballerina.
Dancing around my head.
She tells me what I want to hear.
But nothing ever satisfies.
Making her way through my body making every organ touched more beautiful than the last.
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Hornbrook, Jeffrey Moreira, Ryan Primack, Bradley Clifford, Bradley Grace
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Link
Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- Distance Only Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
- II/III
- I/III
- The Opposite of December...A Season of Separation
- Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
- Opposite of December
- Opposite of December / Tear from the Red
- The Opposite of December / Tear from the Red
- The Tropic Rot (Deluxe Edition)
- The Tropic Rot [Deluxe Edition]
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